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Walking down the street last night with his head in the clouds
Wondering where the good times went, when and how
Talks about the friends he lost and the friends he could’ve had
He wonders if his childhood was better could he have been a better dad
He gets in fights every night
Cause he don’t know wrong from right
Tell me little rudeboy (What you gonna do)
Has reality not caught on to you
Tell me little rudeboy (What you gonna do) Oh what you gonna do
He spends his time getting wasted, he passed out on the floor
He doesn’t care about the food on the table just “what was the football score”
And can he tell you when his child was born, No
But he knows the percentage on every bottle that he owns
Now he wastes his time reminiscing about the past
With a lack of responsibilities it was just him and his lass
But now he’s bankrupt outta house and home
The saddest story the little rudeboy has ever told
He gets in fights everynight
Cause he don’t know wrong from right
Tell me little rudeboy (what you gonna do) x3 , tell me little rudeboy